FAT PANTS

My fat pants don't fit anymore.  My FAT PANTS.  The pants I specifically bought for fat days when I was too bloated to fit into my other clothes.  The clothes I haven't been able to wear for almost a year now.  I have jeans stored in the closet that used to fit like a dream and make my butt look awesome.  However, since the climb of the scale, I have been having to wear sweaters or maternity type shirts to hide my muffin tops.  You read me right.  Muffin TOPS.  I have a double layer muffin top.  I have my belly muffin, and my bra back muffin.  I suppose the back fat is just the cherry on top.

I still diet in the mornings and when I am at school.  I eat healthy choices, I consider my calories.  Then I get home from work and all heck breaks loose.   Dinner time unleashes delicious unhealthy horse sized portions of food.  Sure we eat salad and vegetables, but that is typically negated by the three servings of tacos, pasta, pizza, etc.  Of course there is also the after dinner snack (which typically leads to another snack of course).

So with that said, I give up.  I can't do it alone.  I need help.

I have decided (depending upon the cost) I am going to enlist the help of a personal trainer.  Not for an extended time, but for a few sessions just to get me headed in the right direction and provide that motivation I need to get to the gym and keep going back.  Historically speaking, once I started going to the gym and seeing results, I altered my eating and my willpower increased because I didn't want to undo all of my hard work just for a cookie or canister of chips.

So lets hope Anytime Fitness will show mercy on my poor chunky monkey soul and bestow upon me the good news of a reasonable price for a trainer.